By Tyler Golec
Crawl into dreams
Mind bleeding
Ever bleeding out
Not like the sick from slit wrists
Bleeding from clichéd heart wounds
Crawling for understanding
But only finding sex
Pleasure laced raping of the soul
I am dying here
I am master here
These are dark dreams from stoned minds
Masterminds of the of the surreal
The afterlife of an artist
We are free in dreams
And I in words
For I dream words in dark places
The not shallow depths of a human conscious
Subconsciously producing life, thought
Written word
Written dreaming
Absence of reality
Reality isn’t necessarily realer
And a mind is left to dream as it will
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